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SPIRITUAL  SONGS 

FOR  A  MONTH. 


COLOSSIANS  III.  16. 


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SELECTED  BY  THE 

KEY.    J.    C.    RYLE,    B.A., 

RKCTOR   OF  HELMINGHAM,   SUFFOLK. 


FIRST  AMERICAN  FEOM  THE  SIXTH  ENGLISH  EDITION. 


NEW-YORK: 

ANSON  D.  F.  RANDOLPH,  6S3  BROADWAY 

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5iwg  ge  grains  Mifr  mtbtfsrfanbing 

(Psalm  xlvii.  T.) 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


1.  Coloss.  i.   19.  Y,  6, 

1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White,  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 


3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 


4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

H.  BONAR. 


2.  Mail  vl  12.  Ta 

1  When  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know-^- 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own, 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


4  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 
Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


5  Chosen  not  for  good  in  me, 
Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 
By  the  Spirit  sanctified ; 
Teach  me,  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 
By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 


Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud ; 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light. 
Blessed  Jesus  1  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

E.  m.  m'cheyne. 


1  Peter  v.  1.  CM. 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 

Whether  I  die  or  live ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 

And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 


2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad, 
That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 


3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  He  went  through  before ; 
He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  His  door. 


4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see ;  [meet, 

For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  thy  glory  be  ? 

5  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

R.  BAXTER. 


4.*  John  vi.  37.  P.M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
0  Lamb  of  G-od,  I  come ! 


*  The  metre  of  this  most  beautiful  hymn  is  one 
with  which  few  are  acquainted.  It  may,  however, 
be  sung  to  a  long-measure  tune,  by  repeating  the 
words,  "  I  come,1'  in  the  fourth  line  of  each  verse. 
It  will  be  found  arranged  for  music  in  Mr.  Lowell 
Mason's  work,  The  Hallelujah. 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot,      [spot. 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
"With  fears  within  and  wars  without, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


5  Just  as  I  am — Thou  wilt  receive, 
"Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  thine  alone — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I 


5,  Isaiah  xxvi.  4.  S*M, 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  the  way  : 
Wait  thou  His  time ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 


4  "What  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 
Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 


5  Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway, 
To  choose  and  to  command ; 
So  shalt  thou,  wondering,  own  His  way 
How  wise,  how  good  His  hand ! 


10 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought, 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought, 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 


6.  Psalm  xxxi.  15.  S.M 

1  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

0  God,  we  wish  them  there ; 
Our  life,  our  friends,  our  souls  we  leave 
Entirely  to  Thy  care. 

2  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

"Whatever  they  may  be, 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 

3  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 


4  Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 
Jesus  the  crucified ; 
The  hand  our  many  sins  have  pierced, 
Is  now  our  guard  and  guide. 


11 

Our  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 
"We'll  always  trust  in  Thee, 

Till  we  have  left  this  weary  land, 
And  all  Thy  glory  see. 


7.  Heb.  xii.  2.  7's. 

1  When  along  life's  thorny  road, 

.     Faints  the  soul  beneath  the  load, 
By  its  cares  and  sins  opprest, 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest : 
When  the  wily  tempter's  near, 
Filling  us  with  doubts  and  fear, 
Jesus,  to  Thy  feet  we  flee, 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  Thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne, 
List'nest  to  Thy  people's  moan  ; 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Every  pang  thy  members  bear. 
Full  of  tenderness  Thou  art ; 
Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  power,  Thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell  1 

3  By  Thy  tears  o'er  Lazarus  shed, 
By  Thy  power  to  raise  the  dead, 
By  Thy  meekness  under  scorn, 

By  Thy  stripes  and  crown  of  thorn, 


12 

By  that  rich  and  precious  blood, 
That  hath  made  our  peace  with  God  ; 
Jesus,  to  Thy  feet  we  flee  ; 
Jesus,  we  will  cling  to  Thee. 

4  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave ; 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riven, 
Opened  wide  the  gates  of  heaven ; 
Soon  in  glory  Thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  Thy  poor  pilgrims  home ; 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be, 
Ever — ever — Lord,  with  Thee. 


8.  1  Thess.  iv.  11.  S.M. 

1  For  ever  with  the  Lord ! 

Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times  to  Faith's  illumined  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 


13 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love, 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 


5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 


9.  Bom.  viii.  1.  '  CM, 

1  No  condemnation !  0  my  soul, 

'Tis  God  that  speaks  the  word  j 
Perfect  in  comeliness  art  thou, 
In  Christ  thy  glorious  Lord. 

2  In  heaven  His  blood  for  ever  speaks, 

In  God  the  Father's  ear ; 
His  church,  the  jewels,  on  his  heart 
Jesus  will  ever  bear. 


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3  No  condemnation !  precious  word ! 

Consider  it,  my  soul ; 
Thy  sius  were  all  on  Jesus  laid ; 
His  stripes  have  made  thee  whole. 

4  Teach  us,  0  God,  to  fix  our  eyes 

On  Christ,  the  spotless  Lamb, 
So  shall  we  love  Thy  gracious  will, 
And  glorify  Thy  name 


10.  2  Cor.  v.  14,  15.  7,  & 

1  0  Lord,  who  now  art  seated 

Above  the  heavens  on  high, 
(The  gracious  work  completed, 

For  which  Thou  cam'st  to  die,) 
To  Thee  our  hearts  are  lifted, 

While  pilgrims  wandering  here, 
For  Thou  alone  art  gifted, 

Our  every  weight  to  bear. 

2  "We  know  that  Thou  hast  bought  us. 

And  washed  us  in  Thy  blood ; 
We  know  Thy  grace  has  brought  us, 

As  kings  and  priests  to  Grod. 
We  know  that  soon  the  morning, 

Long  looked  for,  hasteth  near, 
When  we,  at  Thy  returning, 

In  glory  shall  appear. 


15 

3  0  Lord,  Thy  love's  unbounded ! 

So  Ml,  so  sweet,  so  free ! 
Our  thoughts  are  all  confounded, 

Whene'er  we  think  on  Thee : 
For  us  Thou  cam'st  from  heaven, 

For  us  to  bleed  and  die ; 
That  purchased  and  forgiven, 

"We  might  ascend  on  high. 

4  Oh !  let  this  love  constrain  us 

To  give  our  hearts  to  Thee ; 
Let  nothing  henceforth  pain  us, 

But  that  which  paineth  Thee. 
Our  joy,  our  one  endeavor, 

Through  suffering,  conflict,  shame- 
To  serve  Thee,  gracious  Saviour, 

And  magnify  Thy  name. 


11.  Isaiah  iii.  10.  S.M. 

1  What  cheering  words  are  these ; 

Their  sweetness  who  can  tell  ? 
In  time  and  to  eternal  days, 
"  'Tis  with  the  righteous  well." 

2  In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  called  to  die. 


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Well  when  they  see  His  face, 
Or  sink  amidst  the  flood ; 

"Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 
Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 


4  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 


5  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 
"  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise." 


12.  Matt.  xiv.  28,  29.  P.M. 

1  He  bids  us  come ;  His  voice  we  know, 
And  boldly  on  the  waters  go, 

To  Him  our  Lord  and  God; 
We  walk  on  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
For  He  who  died  to  set  us  free, 

Hath  called  us  by  His  word. 


2  Secure  from  troubled  waves  we  tread, 
Nor  all  the  storms  around  us  heed. 
While  to  our  Lord  we  look ; 


17 

O'er  every  fierce  temptation  bound, 
The  billows  yield  a  solid  ground, 
The  wave  is  firm  as  rock. 

3  But  if  from  Him  we  turn  our  eye, 
And  see  the  raging  floods  run  high, 

And  feel  our  fears  within ; 
Our  foes  so  strong,  our  flesh  so  frail, 
Reason  and  unbelief  prevail, 

And  sink  us  into  sin. 

4  Lord,  we  our  belief  confess, 
Our  little  spark  of  faith  increase, 

That  we  may  doubt  no  more ; 
But  fix  on  Thee  our  steady  eye, 
And  on  Thine  outstretched  arm  rely, 

Till  all  the  storm  is  o'er. 


13.  Galat.  vi.  9.  7's 

1  Faint  not,  Christian !  tnough  the  road 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous  too — 
Christ,  thy  guide,  will  bring  thee  through 

2  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  in  rage, 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage ; 

Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 


18 

Faint  not,  Christian !  though  the  world, 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled ; 
Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 


4  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  within, 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin : 
Christ  the  Lord  is  over  all, 
He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 


5  Faint  not,  Christian !  though  thy  God 
Smite  thee  with  His  chastening  rod ; 
Smite  He  must,  with  father's  care, 
That  He  may  His  love  declare. 


6  Faint  not,  Christian !  Jesus'  near, 
Soon  in  glory  He'll  appear  ; 
And  His  love  will  then  bestow 

f    Power  over  every  foe. 

7  Faint  not,  Christian !  look  on  high, 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky  ; 
Patient  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join — 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 


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He  once,  a  spotless  victim, 

Upon  Mount  Calvary  bled ; 
Jehovah  did  afflict  Him 

And  bruise  Him  in  my  stead : 
Hence  all  my  hope  arises, 

Unworthy  as  I  am ; 
My  soul  most  surely  prizes 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb. 


3  Soon,  with  the  saints  in  glory, 

The  grateful  song  I'll  raise, 
And  chant  my  blissful  story 

In  high  seraphic  lays. 
Free  grace,  redeeming  merit, 

And  sanctifying  love 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

I'll  sing  in  realms  above. 


29.  Philip,  i.  21.  P.M. 

1  Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceased, 

Our  loss  is  his  infinite  gain ; 
A  soul  out  of  prison  released, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain. 
With  songs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 

And  mount  with  his  spirit  above, 
Escaped  to  the  mansions  of  light, 

And  lodged  in  the  Eden  of  love. 


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2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gained, 

Out-flying  the  tempest  and  wind  ; 
His  rest  he  hath  sooner  obtained, 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tossed  on  a  sea  of  distress, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  blest  shore, 
Where  all  is  assurance  and  peace, 

And  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 


There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 

Who  sailed  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
With  shouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death. 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  past  ; 
The  age  that  in  heaven  they  spend 

For  ever  and  ever  shall  last. 

C.  WESLEY. 


30.  Rev.  xiv.  13.  P.M. 

1  How  blest  is  our  sister,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  her  mind ! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left. 

This  wearisome  body  behind; 
Of  evil  incapable  thou 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see ; 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 


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2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain : 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  her  again. 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

A.nd  passion  is  vanquished  away. 

<    This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er ; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more  ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 


4   The  lids  she  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Sealed  up  in  their  mortal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

C.  WESLEY. 


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31.  Rom,  viii.  31.  %  6, 

1  Is  God  for  me  ?  what  is  it 

That  man  can  do  to  me  ? 
Oft  as  my  God  I  visit, 

All  woes  give  way  and  flee. 
If  God  be  my  salvation, 

My  refuge  in  distress, 
What  earthly  tribulation 

Can  shake  my  steadfast  peace  ? 


The  ground  of  my  profession 

Is  Jesus  and  His  blood  ; 
He  gives  me  the  possession 

Of  everlasting  good. 
In  me,  and  in  my  doing, 

Is  nothing  on  this  earth ; 
What  Jesus  is  bestowing 

Alone  is  truly  worth. 

For  me  there  is  provided 

A  city  fair  and  new ; 
To  it  I  shall  be  guided — 

Jerusalem  the  true ! 
My  portion  there  is  lying, 

A  destined  Canaan — lot; 
Though  I  am  daily  dying, 

My  Canaan  withers  not. 


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My  heart  within  me  leapeth, 

And  cannot  down  be  cast ; 
In  sunshine  bright  it  keepeth, 

A  never-ending  feast. 
The  sun  which,  smiling,  lights  me 

Is  Jesus  Christ  alone ; 
And  what  to  sing  invites  me, 

Is  heaven  on  earth  begun. 


32.  2  Kings  iv.  26.  P.M. 

1  Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 

All  will  be  well ; 
•   Free  and  changeless  is  His  favour, 
All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us ; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us, 
All  must  be  well. 


2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 
All  will  be  well ; 
Our's  is  such  a  fall  salvation, 

All,  all  is  well. 
Happy,  still  to  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding, 
Holy,  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 
All  must  be  welL 


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"We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All  will  be  well  ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 

All,  all  is  well. 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living  or  in  dying. 

All  must  be  well. 


33.  Matt.  xiv.  27.  CM 

1  When  waves  of  sorrow  round  me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismayed ; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well, 
"  'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid." 


2  When  black  the  threat'ning  clouds  appear 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 
That  voice  shall  tranquilize  each  fear, 
"  'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid/' 


6  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed, — 
Saviour !  be  near  to  aid ; 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, 
"'Tis  I,  be  not  afraid." 


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There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, 
Death  hides  within  its  shade ; 

Oh !  say,  when  flesh  and  hearts  shall  fail, 
"'TisI,  be  not  afraid." 


34.  John  xvii.  24.  L.M.. 

1  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  rest ; 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 


2  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wand'ring  heart 
Cease  to  be  false  to  Thee,  and  cold. 


3  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
Where  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 


4  Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
"Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove. 
There  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  Thy  presence  and  Thy  love. 


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35.  Matt.  vi.  10.  P.M. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray, 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh  1  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done." 


2  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize, — it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ; — 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


3  E'en  if  again  I  ne'er  should  see 
The  friend  more  dear  than  life  to  me, 
Ere  long  we  both  shall  be  with  Thee ; — 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


4  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 
My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 

11  Thy  will  be  done." 


5  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest, — 
"Thy  will  be  done." 


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6  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 


7  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 


36.  Bora.  viii.  28.  CM. 

1  When  I  by  faith  the  Saviour's  death 
Behold,  and  know  Him  mine, 
Sweetly  my  rising  hours  advance, 
And  peacefully  decline. 


2  I  can  not  doubt  his  bounteous  love, 
So  full,  so  free,  so  kind  ; 
To  His  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  ev'ry  wish  resigned. 


3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 
Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
Afflictions  from  His  gracious  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 


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Inscribed  in  Thy  fair  book  of  life, 
Oh !  may  I  read  my  name  1 

There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  the  slaughtered  Lamb! 


37.  Bev.  v.  12.  V.M. 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high! 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply, 

Praise  ye  His  name : 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Sing  aloud  evermore. 

"Worthy  the' Lamb!" 


2  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load ; 
Praise  ye  His  name : 
Tell  what  His  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  He  won ; 
Sing  His  great  name  alone ; 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 


3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless ; 
Praise  ye  His  name ; 


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In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  cheerful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  I" 

What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  name : 
To  Him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 


Let  all  the  hosts  above 
Join  in  one  song  of  love, 

Praising  His  name : 
To  Him  ascribed  be, 
Honour  and  majesty, 
Through  all  eternity : 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  I" 


38.  Psalm  cxxxiv.  1.  S.M. 

1  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 


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2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh  !   for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought  1 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

MONTGOMERY. 


39.  Luke  xxi.  28.  CM. 

1  Awake  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
And  lift  your  voices  high ; 
Extol  the  sovereign  love  that  shews 
Our  full  redemption  nigh. 


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Fast  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
Its  coming  nought  can  stay : 

It  speeds  with  each  revolving  year, 
With  each  declining  day. 


3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 


Then  let  the  wheels  of  nature  roll 

Yet  onward  to  decay : 
We  long  to  hail  the  rising  sun, 

That  brings  th'  eternal  day.        , 

DODDRIDGE. 


40.  1  John  iv.  19.     Double  CM. 

1  TVe  love  Thee,  Lord,  because  when  we 

Had  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Thou  didst  recall  our  wand'ring  souls 

Into  the  homeward  way. 
"When  helpless,  hopeless,  we  were  lost 

In  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
Thou  did'st  send  forth  a  guiding  ray 

Of  Thy  benignant  light. 


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Because  when  we  forsook  Thy  ways, 

Nor  kept  Thy  holy  will, 
Thou  wert  not  an  avenging  Judge, 

But  a  gracious  Father  still. 
Because  we  have  forgot  Thee,  Lord, 

But  Thou  hast  not  forgot, — 
Because  we  have  forsaken  Thee, 

But  Thou  forsakest  not. 

Because,  0  Lord,  Thou  lovedst  us 

"With  everlasting  love ; 
Because  Thou  gav'st  Thy  Son  to  die, 

That  we  might  live  above  ; 
Because  when  we  were  heirs  of  wrath, 

Thou  gav'st  the  hopes  of  heaven ; 
We  love  because  we  much  have  sinned, 

And  much  have  been  forgiven. 


41.  1  John  ii.  1.  •    P.M. 

1  0  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend ! 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this -alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  When  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place, 
And,  fainting,  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 


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3  When  I  have  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimm'ring,  guiding  ray, 
Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

4.  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  Thy  cross -to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold, 
And  plead,  oh !  plead  for  me. 

5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

Pleading  in  heaven  for  me. 

6  When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day, 
Reveals  my  sin  in  dread  array, 

Say  Thou  hast  washed  them  all  away, — ■ 
Oh !  say  Thou  plead'st  for  me ! 

WESLEY. 


42.  Bom.  v.  1.  P.M. 

1  I  thought  upon  my  sins,  and  I  was  sad, 
My  soul  was  troubled  sore  and  filled 
with  pain ; 
But  then  I  thought  on  Jesus  and  was  glad, 
My  heavy  grief  was  turned  to  joy  again. 
4 


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I  thought  upon  the  law,  the  fiery  law. 
Holy,  and  just,  and  good  in  its  decree, 

I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  in  Him  I  saw 
That  law  fulfilled,  its  curse  endured 
for  me. 


3  I  thought  I  saw  an  angry,  frowning  God, 
Sitting  as  judge  upon  the  great  white 
throne ; 
My  soul  was  overwhelmed, — then  Jesus 
shewed 
His  gracious  face,  and  all  my  dread 
was  gone. 


4  I  saw  my  sad  estate,  condemned  to  die ; 
Then  terror  seized  my  heart  and  dark 


But  when  to  Calvary  I  turned  my  eye, 
I  saw  the  cross,  and  read  forgiveness 
there. 


5  I  saw  that  I  was  lost,  far  gone  astray, 
No  hope  of  safe  return,  there  seemed 
to  be ; 
But  then  I  heard  that  Jesus  was  the  way, 
A  new  and  li ving  way  prepared  for  me. 


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6  Thea  in  that  way,  so  free,  so  safe,  so  sure, 
Sprinkled    all    o'er    with   reconciling 
blood, 
"Will  I  abide,  and  never  wander  more, 
"Walking  along  in  fellowship  with  God. 

H.  BONAR. 


43.  Isaiah  lxiv.  22.  S.M. 

1  My  sins  areiblotted  out, 
Since  Jesus  died  for  me ; 
My  times  are  in  a  Father's  hand, 
My  steps  in  His  decree. 


2  Jesus  in  heaven  appears, 
For  me  to  intercede ; 
And  countless  benefits  proclaim, 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 


3  A  little  child  is  free 

Of  carefulness  and  guile, 
Kests  in  a  mother's  guardian  love, 
And  waits  a  father's  smile. 


4  Father  of  spirits,  hear, 

Make  me  this  little  child ; 
May  I  delight  myself  in  Thee, 
By  no  mistrust  defiled. 


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44.  Rev.  xxii.  1T-20.  S.M. 

1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  Sinner,  come ! 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ  proclaim, 
To  all  His  children,  come. 


Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  Come ! 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 

To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 


J  Yes  !  whosoever  will, 

Oh !  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  Come ; 


4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come ;" 
Lord,  even  so  1  I  wait  Thy  hour  • 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  1 


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45.  2  Peter  i.  19.  CM. 

1  Hope  of  our  hearts,  0  Lord,  appear, 
Thou  glorious  star  of  day ; 
Shine  forth  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
With  all  our  tears,  away ! 


2  Strangers  on  earth,  we  wait  for  Thee ; 
Oh !  leave  the  Father's  throne  ; 
Come  with  a  shout  of  victory,  Lord, 
And  claim  us  as  Thy  own. 


3  Oh  1  bid  the  bright  archangel  now, 
The  trump  of  God  prepare, 
To  call  Thy  saints — the  quick,  the  dead, 
To  meet  Thee  in  the  air. 


4  No  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth, 
No  loveliness  we  see ; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown 
Prepared  for  us  and  Thee. 

6  But,  dearest  Lord,  however  bright 
That  crown  of  joy  above, 
"What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  Thy  love  ? 


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6  What  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 

Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 

Of  fellowship  with  Thee  ? 


f  This  joy  e'en  now  on  earth  is  ours  • 
But  only  Lord,  above, 
Our  heart  without  a  pang  shall  know 
The  fulness  of  Thv  love. 


8  There,  near  Thy  heart,  upon  the  throne, 
Thy  ransomed  bride  shall  see 
"What  grace  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 


46.  Acts  ii.  2.  CM 

1  Spirit  Divine !  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  this  house  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  power, 
Oh !  come,  Great  Spirit,  come ! 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  emptiness  and  woe ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 


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Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  souls  an  offering  be 

To  our  Redeemer's  name. 


4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 
This  consecrated  hour ; 
May  barren  minds  be  taught  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 


5  Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  Thy  winga 
The  wings  of  peaceful  love ; 
And  let  the  Church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  Church  above. 


47.  1  Cor.  hi.  22.  CM. 

1  If  G-od  is  mine,  then  present  things 
And  things  to  come  are  mine ; 
Yea.,  Christ,  His  Word,  and  Spirit  too, 
And  glory  all  divine. 


2  If  He  is  mine,  then  from  His  love 
He  every  trouble  sends ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  His  rod  attends. 


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3  If  He  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 
He  will  support  my  feeble  power, 
Their  utmost  force  repel. 


4  If  He  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 
Let  wealth  and  honor  flee ; 
Sure  He  who  giveth  me  Himself 
Is  more  than  these  to  me. 


5  If  He  is  mine,  I'll  boldly  pass 

Through  death's  tremendous  vale ; 
He  is  a  solid  comfort  when 
All  other  comforts  fail. 


6  Oh !  tell  me,  Lord,  that  Thou  art  mine ; 
"What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 
When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 


48.  Rev.  v.  9.  CM. 

1  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 


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2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here; 
To-day.  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  His  flock  appear, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 


3  Toil,  trial,  suffering  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng; 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate, 
The  Church  triumphant's  song. 


4  "Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 


5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 
"Who  died  our  souls  to  save. 
Henceforth,  0  Death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  0  Grave  ? 


Then  hallelujah!  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ; 

May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven. 

MONTGOMERY. 


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49.  Rev.  xiv.  4.  CM. 

1  A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed : 
A  mourner  all  His  life  was  He, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 


2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 
For  all  its  life-blood  gave ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 


3  Such  was  our  Lord ;  and  shall  we  fear 
The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless,  evil  world, 
That  wreathed  His  brow  with  thorn  ? 


4  No,  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 
Like  Him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press  through  storm  or 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill.  [calm, 


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50.  Lake  xxii.  42.  CM 

1  One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one, 
When  I  am  wholly  Thine, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  Thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 


2  All- wise,  Almighty,  and  All-good, 

In  Thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood. 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember,  that  to  Thee, 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 
J    And  back  in  gratitude  from  me, 
May  all  Thy  bounties  flow. 

4  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 

Those  talents  only  well  employed 

When  in  Thy  service  spent. 

5  And  though  Thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  Thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  Thy  name,  and  say, 
M  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 


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6  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 
Of  nothing  long  possessed ; 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest 


7  "Write  but  my  name  upon  the  roll 
Of  Thy  redeemed  above ; 
Then,  heart  and  mind  and  strength  and 
I'll  love  Thee  for  Thy  love.  [soul, 


51.  1  Peter  ii.  25.  S.M. 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 


2  I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  home ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


3  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 
The  Father  sought  His  child ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 


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4  They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

5  They  washed  my  filth  away, 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair ; 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 
The  long-sought  wanderer ! 

8  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 
'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 

7  'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep ; 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

8  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 

9  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  His  home  I 

H.  BONAR. 


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52.  Bom.  viii.  12.  7,  %  4. 

1  When  I  listen  to  Thy  word, 

In  Thy  temple  cold  and  dead ; 
"When  I  cannot  see  Thee,  Lord, 
AU  faith's  little  day-light  fled, 

Sun  of  glory, 
Beam  again  around  my  head. 

2  When  Thy  statutes  I  forsake, 

When  my  graces  dimly  shine, 
When  Thy  covenant  I  break, 
Jesus,  then  remember  Thine ; 

Check  my  wanderings, 
By  a  look  of  love  divine. 

3  When  Thy  heavenly  dew  distils, 

And  my  views,  0  Lord,  are  clear, 
Clear  and  bright  from  Zion's  hills, 
Temper  joys  with  holy  fear ; 
Keep  me  watchful, 
Safe  alone  when  Thou  art  near. 

4  When  afflictions  cloud  my  sky, 

When  the  tide  of  sorrow  flows, 
When  Thy  rod  is  lifted  high, 
Let  me  on  Thy  love  repose ; 

Stay  the  rough  wind, 
When  Thy  chilling  east  wind  blows. 


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5  When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way ; 

Break  the  shadows, 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 

J.   TAYLOR. 


53.  Psalm  cxxi.  1.  CM. 

1  "Welcome  days  of  solemn  meeting ! 

Welcome  days  of  praise  and  prayer! 
Far  from  earthly  scenes  retreating, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share, — 

Sacred  seasons, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share. 

2  Be  Thou  near  us,  blessed  Saviour, 

Still  at  morn  and  eve  the  same ; 
Give  us  faith  that  cannot  waver ; 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame, — 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame. 

3  "When  the  fervent  prayer  is  glowing, 

Holy  Spirit  hear  that  prayer ; 
When  the  song  of  praise  is  flowing, 
Let  that  song  Thine  impress  bear, — 

Holy  Spirit, 
Let  that  song  Thine  impress  bear. 


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54.  Rev.  v.  6.  CM 

1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long, 

r  'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eves 
Upwards,  dear  Father,  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits, 

The  God!  how  bright  He  shines! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  countless  happy  minds. 


3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 
Compass  the  throne  around ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 


4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  my  G-od,  they  sing ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sound  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too : 
My  heart,  my  ear,  my  hand,  my  tongue, — 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 


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6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
Oh !  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  praises  to  the  skies ! 


7  There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit, 
There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  His  face. 


55,  Psalm  cxlviii.  14.  P.M 

1  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,— 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ; 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 


Though  like  a,  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 
Nearer  to  Thee  I 
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3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heav'n ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  merey  giv'n ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  G-od,  to  Thee, — 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  G-od,  to  Thee, — 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

5  And  when  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky ; 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, — 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


56.  Psalm  xxiii.  4.  CM. 

1  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part 
"With  all  I  hold  most  dear ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 
As  nothingness  appear. 


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2  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must,  mik 
Beneath  the  stroke  of  death  ; 
And  yield  to  Him  who  gave  it  first, 
My  struggling  vital  breath 


3  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  stand 
Before  the  judgment-seat ; 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 
In  awful  vision  meet. 


4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  look 
On  one  eternity; 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 
My  endless  portion  be. 


5  0  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need 
Be  near,  be  near  to  me : 
And  let  my  soul,  by  steadfast  faith. 
Find  life  and  heaven  in  Thee. 


57.  Acts  xxi.  13.  IE 

1  When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
Weep  not  for  me : 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 
Weep  not  for  me. 


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When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul's  releasing  ; 
Weep  not  for  me. 

2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 
Weep  not  for  me : 
Christ  is  mine, — He  cannot  fail  me, — 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes !  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
From  His  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  for  ever ; — 
Weep  not  for  me. 


58.  2  Tim.  iv.  6.  P.M. 

1  I'm  going  to  leave  all  my  sadness, 

I1m  going  to  change  earth  for  heaven, 
There,  there  all  is  peace,  all  is  gladness, 

There  pureness  and  glory  are  given. 
Friends,  weep  not  in  sorrow  of  spirit, 

But  joy  that  my  time  here  is  o'er; 
J  go  the  good  part  to  inherit, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  are  no  more. 

2  The  shadows  of  evening  are  fleeing, 

Morn  breaks  on  the  city  of  light ; 
This  moment  day  starts  into  being, 
Eternity  bursts  on  my  sight. 


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The  first-bora  redeemed  from  all  trouble, 
(The  Lamb  that  was  slain  in  the  throng, ) 

Their  ardor  in  praising  redouble ; — 
Breaks  not  on  the  ear  the  new  song  ? 


3  I'm  going  to  tell  their  glad  story, 

To  share  in  their  transports  of  praise, 
I'm  going  in  garments  of  glory, 

My  voice  to  unite  with  their  lays. 
Ye  fetters  corrupted,  then  leave  me  ; 

Thou  body  of  sin,  droop  and  die ; 
Pains  of  earth,  cease  ye  ever  to  grieve  me 

From  you  'tis  for  ever  I  fly. 


59.  John  xxi.  16.  CM 

1  Do  not  I  love  Thee  ?     0  my  Lord, 
Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ! 
And  cast  each  hated  idol  down, 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 


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3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still, 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Does  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  I 


Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  gracious  Lord, 

But  oh !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 

And  learn  to  love  thee  more  ! 

DODDRIDGE. 


60.  1   Thess.  iv.  13.  CM. 

1  Take  comfort,  Christians,  when  your  friends 
In  Jesus  fall  asleep ; 
Their  better  being  never  ends, — 
"Why  then  dejected  weep  ? 


2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 
To  whom  no  hope  is  given  ? 
Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 
And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 


3  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again, 
Yictorious  from  the  dead ; 
So  His  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
"With  their  triumphant  Head. 


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4  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  clouds 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heav'ns  and  earth  shall  rend. 


5  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 
And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake  ; 
The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 


6  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 
With  joy  shall  mount  on  high ; 
The  heav'nly  hosts  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 


1  Together  to  their  Father's  house, 
With  joyful  hearts  they  go ; 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 


8  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 
We  reach  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends  at  last 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


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61.  Acts  vil  59.  F.M 

1  My  soul,  go  boldly  forth, 
Forsake  this  sinful  earth ; 
What  hath  it  been  to  thee 

But  pain  and  sorrow  ? 
And  think'st  thou  it  will  be   . 
Better  to-morrow  ? 

2  "Why  art  thou  for  delay  ? 
Thou  cam'st  not  here  to  stay ; 
What  tak'st  thou  for  thy  part 

But  heavenly  pleasure  ? 
Where  then  should  be  thy  heart, 
But  where's  thy  treasure  ? 

8  Thy  G-od,  thy  Head's  above ; 
There  is  the  world  of  love ; 
Mansions  there  purchased  are, 

By  Christ's  own  merit, 
For  there  He  doth  prepare 

Thee  by  His  Spirit. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  take  my  spirit, 
I  trust  Thy  love  and  merit: 
Take  home  Thy  wand'ring  sheep, 

For  Thou  hast  sought  it. 
My  soul  in  safety  keep, 

For  Thou  hast  bought  it. 

BAXTER. 


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62.  2  Tim.  iv.  6.  L.M. 

1  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home ; 
At  last,  0  Lord,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone, 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

3  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 

4  I  come,  I  come  at  Thy  command, 
I  give  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

5  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home. 
Now,  0  my  God,  let  trouble  cease, 
Now  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

LOGAN. 


They  sung  as  it  were  a  new  song  before  th* 
throne."    (Rev.  xiv.  3.) 


INDEX    TO    FIRST    LINES. 


A  little  while ITo.  19 

A  pilgrim  through 49 

Ah !  I  shall  soon 28 

All  that  I  was 16 

Awake,  ye  saints 30 

Away  with  sorrow 15 

Blessed  be  God 25 

Do  not  I  love  Thee 59 

Earth  has  engrossed 54 

Faint  not,  Christian 13 

For  ever  with  the  Lord 8 

Give  to  the  winds 5 

Glory  to  God  on  high 3T 

He  Lids  us  come 12 

Hope  of  our  heart 45 

How  blest  is  our  sister 80 

I  heard  the  voice .  26 


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I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus No.  1 

I'm  going  to  leave . 58 

I  thought  upon  my  sin 42 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 51 

If  God  is  mine 47 

Tn  Thy  name,  O  Loi<i , . . . .  20 

ls  God  for  me , 31 

»*ust  as  I  am 4 

Let  me  be  with  Thee 34 

Let  worldly  minds 24 

Lord  Jesus 27 

Lord,  it  belongs  not V, 

My  God,  my  Father '. 35 

My  sins  are  blotted  out 43 

My  soul,  go  boldly  forth 61 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 55 

No  condemnation 9 

Oh !  haste  away 21 

O  holy  Saviour 23 

O  Lord  who  now  art ,  10 

O  thou,  the  contrite 41 

One  prayer  I  have 50 

Our  times 6 

Eejoice  for  a  brother 29 

Rejoice,  ye  saints 14 


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Sing  we  the  song J?o.  48 

Spirit  Divine !  attend 46 

Stand  up,  and  bless 38 

Take  comfort,  Christian GO 

The  Church  has  waited 22 

The  hour  of  ray  departure 62 

The  Spirit  in  our  heart 44 

There  is  an  hour 56 

Through  the  love 32 

We  love  the  Lord 40 

We'll  sing  of  Christ 17 

Welcome,  day 53 

What  cheering  words 11 

When  alone 7 

When  I,  by  faith 86 

When  I  listen 52 

When  he  speaks 5T 

When  this  passing  world 2 

When  waves  of  sorrow 83 

When  we  cannot  see 18 


